Wings- A Maximum Ride and Hush, Hush Crossover
by luckyon3
Summary: Set after Fang, and after Silence but with a spin. What if when Nora became Nephil she decided that she could no longer associate with Patch? What if Patch no longer had a reason to stay as a fallen angel, and tried once more to move up the ranks and become an arch angel again? Patch is now reassigned as a guardian angel to Maximum Ride. What could possibly go right with these two?
1. Chapter 1

_**I do not own anything from Hush Hush, or the Maximum Ride Series.**_

**Max POV**

I laughed out loud at the term "fallen angel"; these post apocalyptic goons were really getting into it—oh the dedication! This goon just happened to look like a male model. His scowled deepened and his eyes narrowed to dark little slits. This didn't look all too angelic to me. Weren't angels to be winged creatures like myself? Weren't they supposed to radiate hope and shininess—fallen or not? Either way, he _was_ way too attractive to be normal. Was this a new prototype? A testing Eraser? My guard went up hastily. But then again when wasn't it up?

"Okay, okay," I tried to reign in my obnoxious laughter, "What's your name?"

"Call me Patch."

Patch. I almost snorted a laugh but then, wait, I was called Maximum Ride so who was I to judge?

"Oh okay. Patch the fallen angel, nice to meet you."

"That's the thing I'm no longer a fallen angel," he looked exasperated. _He'd better be glad he's cute_ I thought, 'cause he needed a major attitude adjustment.

"So what…? You're an ascending angel?" I took on the same exasperated, huffy tone, and employed haughty glare number 5—my personal favourite.

He rolled his eyes, but I thought I saw a faint suggestion of a smile; the slightest rise of one side of his mouth. Sorta like a Fang smile. My heart skittered on a beat. "No, I'm you're guardian angel."

This time I did snort. Guardian angel? I needed no such thing. I was Maximum Ride. I was leader of the flock. I was a sassy winged creature. I could kick butt. I was almost like a superhero running around saving the world every two seconds. Okay the last one I was still working on, but come on. A guardian angel was ridiculous. I could calculate about five ways to kill him with the napkin dispenser on the table in about point five seconds.

"I'm sorry; I think you had a typo in your assignment," I turned to go, wriggling a little to get my wings comfortable underneath my stylish (just kidding, I'm pretty sure it had mud and blood still crusted on the underside of the sleeve) windbreaker.

His jaw ticked, and he breathed slowly out of his nose, with a deathly calm, something I had perfected after years of managing the flock.

"K bye Patchy," I put on the grisliest—most annoying voice I could and left in a whirl.

_**A/N:** So this is my first ever fanfic. I've had many ideas but this is the first one i've decided to actually peruse and think about and elaborate on. I honestly don't know if I'm all too good at it so reviews and opinions would be nice. Nothing mean though b/c "this is crap" isn't necessarily constructive criticism lol Um, so yeah, that's it I know this is short but I'm only getting started. Thanks for reading through all this! (:_

_~luckyon3_


	2. Chapter 2

**Max POV**

As I walked out the door, and scanned the area for a secluded place that I could unleash my wings and safely take off; I pondered what new ploy this Patch guy was supposed to be. Could it be the brain in a box? Just the white coats maybe, banging it out by themselves? Trying to lure us back to the school (shiver)?

_He's on your side Max._

The Voice. Ugh.

_Oh, hey Voice nice of you to make an appearance._

What was it even saying now? Was there- could there possibly be a Max side? I mean besides the flock I was basically on my own.

_Choose wisely. He could be for you, or against you._

I heaved a sigh, and ripped off my jacket angrily.

_What is he some powerful pawn?_

I didn't want to admit it, but something about his eyes sucked me in. Something about his smile gave me a weird, feeling that I couldn't describe. Well of course I couldn't describe it! I was never a pro in the mushy gushy feelings department. I could rip off someone's head- literally, but I couldn't talk about... emotions. Ew. Who even had the time?

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**Patch POV**

She was rude, obnoxious, snappy, cocky and all of the in between- her name was Max. I didn't know how the arch angels thought I'd be able to do this. It was obviously some big joke. Ha-ha very funny. I had to prove them wrong though. I had to regain my edge, 'cause I'd lost it... didn't know where I put it. I lost that along with everything else. In other words, I lost Nora.

Hank the nasty bastard, turned my Nora into a full-blown Nephil. The day after her full transformation she told me that she no longer wanted to be associated with _"the likes"_ of me. I didn't know what to do with myself the months after we were apart. Four months later I was here. I was back to square one. More like square negative ten. I was getting no where fast with this Max girl. Although I had to admit, something about her snarky, rough attitude made me like her, or at least relate. But this fact wasn't going to help me get my job done. I could tell right off the bat that she'd be getting herself into loads of trouble.

I slipped through the door and went after her. She was sighing irritatedly at something and stomping and shaking her head. I almost laughed- almost. Even that was rare nowadays.

Once we got to a pretty shielded place she whipped out her wings. The were huge. About five feet wide, brown and off white, and powerful looking, making me wish mine were visible to humans. Just so I could flaunt them, and scare the crap out of people. She took a running start and then jumped into the air propelling herself up fluidly in mid jump. I could see almost every muscle in her body flex as she did so. It was a sight to see. Maybe we did have some things in common.

I took off after her, but made sure to stay low amongst the trees. Weaving in and out of the tree line below her. I'd find a way to get this done. I was Patch, how could I not.

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**Max POV**

I felt that uneasy cold kiss of the presence of another being around me. I could feel it- I was being tailed. I dove down to the ground fast, and right before I hit the ground I brought my body up. Tilting my whole body to the right as well as my wings I took a long right all the while mere inches off of the ground. I flew in zigzags for a good ten minutes around the foliage then zipped up again. Going up I collided with another moving being. A moving _breathing_ being. I dropped a good few yards then regained my balance. Shooting up, I was ready to fight.

In the twilight I could make out the dude from earlier. Patch. Red flags shot up like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

"Patch." I growled.

I wanted to say something like "we meet again" but that was stupid and clichéd. I just wanted this over with. I wanted to nip it in the bud. I wanted to end it. So, in order to do so, I started it. I threw a fast hook landing my fist straight in his jaw. Before he could register I added a swift round-house kick to the mix, aiming right for his chest.

His breath came out in a _whoosh._ But just as fast as it left it was back and with that he flew up then spiraled down planting his two feet firmly in my chest. I crashed down another couple yards. He punched me once more in the neck and I coughed, but then returned his gesture with a punch of my own. A chop to the chest. Before I could pull my hand back though, he caught it. He pulled me to him, and twisted my arm. I was stuck in a painful and very awkward position with my face smooshed against his barely breathing, hard chest. Holy crap. This guy was ripped.

"Max," I chuckled.

"How do you know my name?"

He bypassed my question like it wasn't important enough to deserve an answer, "I knew you could fight. I knew you could _kick ass_, but, I didn't know you were a bully."

He was teasing me. He didn't know me.

Yet I asked again, _"How do you know my name?"_

"Didn't I say I was your guardian angel Max? You've gotta learn to trust my words, if you're gonna trust me with your life."

I groaned, "My arm is about to snap off here chief. If you're really who you say you are let me go."

Abruptly he released me, I grunted.

"I'll explain everything in time."

Sounded like The Voice. I rolled my eyes, hoping that as an angel he'd have good enough vision to catch that in the dark.

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_**A/N: **Kay, so bit of an abrupt ending, but its almost one in the morning here and my eyes are starting to burn. I'm going to sleep on some ideas and pray that they're good enough. Night (:_

_~ luckyon3  
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_P.S. Shoutout to noodleloverxDDD, my first ever review :o Just wanted to reply saying thanks and I know right? There are like four of them on here. Personally I think there should be wayyy more cause to me they're like such a perf pair for a C-O. Welp, hoped you like this chapter as well, and that you keep reading. God Blesss(: __  
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	3. Chapter 3

**Max POV**

I really didn't want to bring Patch home to the flock. It would just bring up unwanted questions and probably a lot of fawning and swooning from Nudge- cause yes he was swoon material. Oh, and I wouldn't be able to ignore the sulky glares from Dylan. But no matter how much I didn't want to bring him with me, there was this small percentage of me that had to know why I _Maximum Ride _needed a _guardian_ angel... And if I wanted answers I'd have to try to reasonable. This was a stretch for me.

"So tell me why you're here again?" I asked for what seemed to be the millionth time.

He blew out a frustrated sigh that got swallowed by the breeze that was coming against us as we flew.

"Listening!" I sang.

"It's my assignment okay? Why don't you ask the arch angels. But I could guess that it's because you've been doing this whole save-the-world bit, light on the save the world part."

My jaw dropped, but I quickly, indignantly snapped it closed.

"Plus, your main dude left you. You can't handle this whole said, flock of yours on your own. I'm not even sure how great you were doing with Fang here anyway... According to the arch angels... well..."

I could see something mischievous and infuriating glistening behind his eyes. His tone was surly and smug. I was going to punch him.

"Can we say _sexist pig_?" I was practically breathing fire.

He only smirked.

I'd just about had it, I was really seriously about to deck him when feathers shot past me.

I immediately got in fighting stance, but then, "Hey Max, who's the cutie?"

Nudge.

I clamped my hand on his shoulder as we hovered, "This," squeezing his shoulder and tearing my nails into his shirt he didn't even flinch, "is Patch."

"Oh, hi Patch. My name is Nudge. Ohmigosh are you gonna be staying here with us? Hey how can you fly if I can't even see your wings? Can you see them Max? Cause I sure can't. Holy crap you look like you came straight out of an Express magazine. Have you ever..."

I fully intended to let him get his ears chewed off.

I was smirking as we came to a smooth landing, Nudge was still talking and the other kids had joined us when I heard, _Oh, Maximum. I thought you should know that I can't feel anything. I have no physical sensation._

I jumped about a foot or five in the air. That was _not _the voice of_ The Voice. _The Voice was void of emotion. This voice was something snarky, and smug that I couldn't place. The Voice sounded like neither a guy or girl. This voice... well it was husky and pretty dang hot. My eyes widened it realization when I saw Patch looking at me and I knew that the voice I heard was his. Oh no. Nope. I didn't_ not_ need anymore voices in my head.

**Patch POV**

I heard from the arch angles when they were letting me read up the files on Maximum that she heard a "voice" in her head. Most people would doubt that, but I knew that Nephlim and angles fallen and unfallen alike could place thoughts in people's heads if they were skilled enough. I had wondered if it was some angelic being that was pummeling Max with these Voices and instructions, and before I actually met her, when I was observing her and her lifestyle I had my eyes peeled for anyone who could be doing this. I found no one. So I decided that right now as Nudge, a fifteen or so year old member of the flock was chewing my ear off, that I'd play a little bit with Maximum. I wasn't trying to get to chummy with her, no way attached, but bothering her was sure fun.

_Oh, Maximum. I thought you should know that I can't feel anything. I have no physical_ sensation.

She jumped just a little. It was such a miniscule flinch that you'd have to be looking for it. I tried not to smile. Her eyes widened and I could see the gears in her mind turning as she processed and then looked me dead in the eyes. She narrowed them to slits then mouthed, "you little..."

_Big Max. I'm big._

She almost chocked on her spit. Her face reddened and I crossed my arms satisfied for now.

I swatted away the thoughts of how cute she looked with her face all flushed. Her cheeks were bright pink and her eyes were wide, her mouth was parted, and if I wasn't still ripped up about Nora I'd probably find her attractive. Hot. But no. Not. I was definitely not just going to forget about Nora like that. Although she dropped me like_ I_ was hot I wasn't about to spend time getting attached to someone else. Who even had time for emotions? I shook my hand and raked a hand through my hair. No. Nope Maximum (if I called her Max that would be getting friendly) was not for me. She already had two guys going at it for her anyway. I definatly was not thinking about the pleasurable feeling I got when I talked to her. I wasn't thinking about the fact that I hadn't talked to a girl like that in a while. And I certainly didn't miss the familiar banter. No.

But deep down, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get over how different she was with her tough disposition yet soft playful eyes, that could turn lethal in less than a second. I couldn't get over how much I liked it.

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	4. Chapter 4

**A/n: heeyooo, so we're back in action with this story. To tell you the turth I really wasn't feeling it. I had no where to go with it. I just knew that I really wanted to continue. So I got inspired by this one review from purpleluva4eva, Finale the last Hush, Hush book which was AH-MAZING, and this Maximum Ride anime and was like hey! Lets get back on with this story so here. It is short and sweet. Just wanted to get something out there for you guys. More to come! Hopefully soon! (:**

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Dylan POV

Who in the hell was that guy who came home with Max? Since when was Max bringing people home? Part of me, the part that knew how small a chance I had with her, knew I was being unreasonable. But another larger, more weighty part of me, the one that was undeniably programmed to want Max more than she wanted chocolate chip cookies (and that was a lot), was enraged with this dark haired fellow. What was even with Max and her tendency towards dangerous, dark haired guys? What was so attractive about someone so... emo? Ugh, man. I had it so bad for Max, and I wasn't even sure I wanted it... whatever it was.

I pushed around the food on my plate as we all sat around the dinner table. Nudge was busy yapping at this new dude who was apparently named Patch. What kinda name was Patch? I wondered to myself.

"You came just in time too because Fa-

Nudge stopped short, and everybody at the table stopped eating to slide their gaze over to Max sitting at the head of the table. Iggy had a spoonful of mashed potatoes in mid air, Gasman had one cheek full of chicken, a small piece hanging out, Angel had her eyebrows raised as the salad hung out of her mouth, this Patch punk had it all together just swallowing his food, and I just smirked.

Yeah, I did feel sort of bad for Max, but it served her right. I sorta wanted her to be mad, and upset.

I looked up at her slowly and saw her swallow her food as well. Eck, a similarity between her and Patch. Was that pathetic? Yes, but I blamed it hastily on the way I was programmed. Love was crazy and blind and stuff right?  
She then simply asked, "What are you bozos staring at?"

Nudge's sigh of relief nearly blew my face off.

Just then, Patch, who had been silently observing- much like Fang would, super creepy I know- piped up, "So what's your next plan of action? I mean you_ do_ have a world to save right?"

By now we were all pretty much done, and shifting awkwardly, ready to put our dishes away and jet off to bed. But at this everyone stopped again. As much as I wanted Max pissed, and uncomfortable and stuff it wasn't coming from this loser on my watch.

I was going to show him who was boss.

"Listen spud, as much as I hate to admit it I don't have a plan, but I'm really good at making split second decisions, and the only decision that's popping into my mind at this split second is to shove my fork so far up your-

"Okay!" Angel interrupted and everyone, but Nudge gave her a glare as if to say, "I wanted to hear that!"

"I'm here to look out for you."

I looked down to see my hands twisting the fork in anger.

"Maybe it hasn't occurred to you yet pal," Max rose from her seat fuming, "but I don't need much help."

He was about to respond when I dragged my fork across my now mostly empty plate disruptively. It made a horrible screeching sound that shut everyone up.

"I'm out of here," I mumbled, picked up my plate and left.

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	5. Chapter 5

**Max POV**

This was a disaster. I didn't know why I bought him back here. And gosh, who did this guy think he was? Asking me about plans and highlighting my unpreparedness. He needed to go. He needed to go now.

After Dylan threw his mini temper tantrum and stormed off I quickly followed suit. Dinner was a flop- not that it was ever amazing, and fancy and whatnot, but I just had this overwhelming desire to punch Patch. Me plus Patch plus punch was a bad equation, best for me to remove myself. As I slammed my chair back into the table and dropped my dishes in the sink equally as moodily I made a b-line for my room. All the while I couldn't get over the fact that he probably was right about one thing. While he may not have said it- that one thing- it was implied, and it was that I did needed a plan. I peeled off my pants, still deep in thought. Needed a plan... But we didn't work that way, I told myself. We went with the wind, me and the flock. If The Voice said "turn right" we turned right. If it didn't... we found a way to work it out.

_Max_

There was a tiny voice in my head. Soft, and cautious, and tucked into the corner of my mind like a vague memory. Angel.

_I know you can read minds sweetie, but it'd do you a whole lota good if you didn't read mine right now okay?_

_Max we both know he has a point._

I scoffed and fluffed my pillow angrily.

_So what? He can't walk in here and call the shots. I don't even know him. He doesn't know me. Us._

I was seething in mind speak, as I flopped my head down on the pillow. Practically foaming at the mouth. Oy, I had to get a grip.

_I think you should give him a chance, he knows a lot more than you think and he could help us. He could help you._

"Whatever," I huffed this aloud.

_Cool off a little more, and then I'm sending him to you to figure out sleeping arrangements._

_No. No, have Dylan do it or something. I'm not even going to look at him right now._

But a little voice that I reluctantly realized was mine told me that that would be hard. Cause he was hot. But ew. Forget I said that. Thought that- whatever.

_You know Dylan wants to just about rip his head off right now so it's up to you. In ten Max. Oh and don't drool to much; try to catch your eyeballs before they fall out of your head._

I felt my face go ablaze. I wanted her to shut-up. I wanted her out of my head. The only voice in my head that I wanted was my own, and I wasn't even fully sure about that one.

Ten minutes later there was a knock at my door.

I stayed still on my bed, wondering how long I could ignore him.

_Maximum, I'm not going anywhere._

He knocked again._  
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_Stop talking to me in my head!_

_Then let me in. I just want to know where I'm sleeping.  
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"Outside!" I shouted, "Or better yet across the globe!"_  
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I threw a pillow at the door before tossing over onto my stomach. My mind was quite. No activity but my own. He had stopped mind speaking at me and banging on the door like a lady demanding her child support. I sighed in relief into the pillow and turned over eyes closed. When I opened them though, he was standing right there.

"What the hell? How'd you- how did you get into my room?" I yanked the covers over my bare legs.

His eyes were boring directly into my face so intensely I think my skin started peeling away as he created a hole in between my eyes.

"I have my ways," He shrugged and sat on my bed. I felt it dip with the extra weight. Not that he was fat. Not that he was anything besides perfect. Ugh. Forget that too.

What was wrong with me?

I sat up and shifted uncomfortably.

"Chill out Maximum."

"Would you stop calling me that?" I snapped.

He didn't even flinch at my harsh tone, just raised a brow, looking so calm. So in control, impassive, maybe even the slightest bit amused.

"That's your name isn't it?"

I sighed, "Yeah, but no one goes around screaming all three syllables. Call me Max. Everyone does."

"Okay Max. Look, we need to talk."

I nodded, "About where you're sleeping, I know."

He shook his own head ever so slightly, "No. The thing is protecting you, and helping you isn't an option for me. It's my job. Whether you like it or not."

He was calm, but firm, but gentle all at once. His impeccable, and ever unnerving control of his emotions, what he let show, and what he hid in this onyx eyes reminded m of Fang.

Fang.

My throat constricted, and then went dry. I felt like someone shoved their socks down my throat. Yet I croaked, "You can't waltz in here telling me I don't have a say. This is my show. I run it. I'm in charge."

"I have a lot riding on how well I complete this job Max." He made my name a sharp knife throwing it back at me.

I shot poisonous darts at him with my words, lasers through him with my eyes, "I don't care. Does it look like I care? You have stuff to get done, I have stuff to get done. Tough, that's life. Things are hard."

"Then help me help you help the flock."

"You don't sound very helpful," I chided.

I saw something flash in the depths of his eyes before he took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. When he opened them the were reverted to default- unreadable and closed off. But his words sounded different.

"I don't want it to be like this," it sounded like a warning, a pleading. He sounded tired.

I shoved a pillow at him and spoke with clipped words, "You have the couch."

**Patch POV**

She mad me so crazy. She made me angry, and amused and all these different emotions at the same time. It was like tanning in the sun, and making a snow angel in the snow all in one. I had only ever felt this way once before. I didn't like what might be happening between us at all. It had been a while since I felt this way... Four brutal months to be exact. I shook m head to clear the cloud of dismal thoughts that were the loss of Nora in my head. I returned to my last thought, and went from there... But even so, after living through the centuries, and perfecting what I did, I thought at least I'd now what to do with a girl. I'd know how to handle them and myself. Surely, it couldn't be her eliciting these feelings from me. No, I had to be sick, or something. I wanted to be sick. But when did immortals suffer from the common cold? Yeah, that left me with or something. And that something- someone- made my head hurt, my heart race and my body tingle.

"I've got the couch, so don't even think about it."

It was the blind kid. Iggy.

"Don't you share a room with the other one...?"

"Gasman. Yeah. But there's a reason we call him Gasman you know. So either pop a squat or go hop in bed with Max."

I was glad he was blind because my face was heating up.

"Is she always this...?" I struggled for a word that wouldn't offend him.

"Stubborn? Moody? Annoying? Bossy? All of the above? Yeah, but she has her moments. That's why you gotta love her," he uncurled his long limbs and stretched in the couch. His height reminded me of a Nephil. But no. They were bulkier.

"Night dude."

"Yeah, night."

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I couldn't sleep as I tossed and turned. I then chuckled quietly to myself. Immortals didn't necessarily require sleep. I got up lithely and headed to the bathroom, that's when I was faced with angry blue eyes.

"Sorry man," I mumbled and went to step around him, but he just blocked me.

I rubbed my face and chuckled. Yeah the kid had superhuman strength and all, but I had supernatural strength. Was he really going to try and get into it with me?

"I know that Max has made it clear, but I just wanted to help reinforce. We don't need you around here. Max, doesn't need you here, being an asswipe and causing trouble. Now, I don't know why you actually are here," he paused for something like dramatic effect and continued to slide into my personal space, "but we're formally uninviting you. Meaning you can get lost."

"I'm not sure if I've made it clear, but it is now my job to keep Max safe. You have nothing to do with it. You're out of the picture. And before you get insecure, I'm not trying to steal her away from you. Whatever part was actually yours in the first place."

He punched me, and I returned the favour ready to rumble, "Wrong move, pretty boy."

I realized quickly that overpowering him would be so boringly easy, so I decided to have a bit of fun. I was going to mind trick him.

**Dylan POV**

I punched him square in the jaw trying to let off steam, trying hard to dent his face. I punched him square in the jaw over and over, and he did nothing. He didn't fight back. Something was off. But it was like the answer was just out of reach. It was there but it was covered in a fogy haze.

Then out of my pref-rial vision I saw a splash of mangy fur. Claws. Yellow inhuman eyes. It was a hug plethora of Erasers- a whole army flooding into Doctor Martinez's home. Flooding ino where Max was- and the whole flock. I was squaring up to fight when out of no where one enormous Eraser took my head between hid huge paws and started to squeeze.

"What the hell?"

It was Max's voice that simultaneously soothed me and made my heart rate spike at the same time.

"What are you guys doing up? It's like three in the morning!" she was yelling at us in undertone.

Patch just stood there smugly against the wall as I wiped up my bloody nose. Max was silence, and so was Patch this pulled an answer from my lips, "He started it Max."

I inwardly groaned at how immature I sounded.

She opened her mouth to say something and I took risk, and spoke before she could, "Look I'm just trying to tell him that he doesn't run the place."

"I don't need help Dylan. I got it under control. And I mean, fat lot of good that got you. Trying to put him in his place... Just- just go to bed. Now." she sighed and started trying to tame her unruly hair.

I slunk to my room with that, too tired to argue.

**Max POV**

No. I did not need this alpha male crap right now. There was one leader, and one leader alone for the flock. So you could say I'm slightly territorial. So what?

I ran a hand through my hair and tried to keep cool, keep awake.

I had been just sneaking out for a night flight when I heard the two bickering and then they just stopped making nose all together after the first couple of punches were delivered. Then I ran out of my room to see Patch no more than a yard away from Dylan looking dead into his eyes. Dylan had been sporting a bloody nose and his eyes were foggy, freaked, and glazed over. Something was up. I turned my gaze to Patch after Dylan left for bed and tried not to freak out. One, because he just like paralyzed the Dyl Man with his onyx stare and two because it gave me these ridiculous butterflies. More like wings the size of my own... or hornets or... pterodactyls.

"You. Me. Fly. Now."

He just cocked a brow at me.

I snarled and gestured at the window, "Get."

"Okay, okay. Relax I'm going, but I gotta get some shoes."

I wanted answers and I wanted them now. If that meant a moonlit flight with Patch so be it.

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**A/N: SOOO SOORRRYY FOR THE WAIT.. if you actually follow this story. This is one of my longer chapters to make up for it! Hopefully we'll have some Pax/Match fluff coming up soon. And maybe it'll come faster if I get some more reviews... *wink, wink, nudge, nudge***

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